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2There, overwhelm'dwith grief, hesaid: / 2 How is Jesus' sacred soul oppressed

My soul is sorrowful to death ;" With our sins' prodigious load! And suff'ring freely in my stead, Tho' an angel comforts the distressed,

He drank the bitter cup of wrath ; Weak and fainting Lamb of God! Now on his knees, then on his face, Yet what trembling seizeth him allover He weeps, and sweats, and bleeds, Tears and sweat and blood his visage

cover,

And in drops fall on the ground,
3 So lov'd me the eternal God,

While his heart in grief is drown'd.
That he became the Son of man,
And took my sin's prodigious load.

3 Jeers and stripes and mock'ries he My soul, admire his gracious plan!

endured, Thystripes, thy guilt and curse he bore; Meek and patient, in our stead; Believe and thankfully adore,

How are Jesus'gracious eyes obscured:

View his wounded back and head; 76.*

T.
99.

He, whom whips and thorns have la.
cerated,

(ted : MosTawfulsight!myheartdothbreak, Is the Lord, who all things hath creaOh! it can ne'er my mind forsake Ah, his pungent grief and smart,

Howthou for me hastwept&prayed: Melt and break my stubborn heart.
Might I for thy soul's agony,

4. See him bear his cross, in deep When wrestling with death bitterly,

affliction, Lord, as thy trophy be displayed !

On his sore and wounded back,

Led to Calvary for crucifixion, (rack; 77.* T. 36.

Where his limbs they stretch and
GOD, in a garden,suffers in our nature! As a Lamb he's led unto the slaughter,
He faints, who cheers and comforts And his soul is poured out like water :
every creature;

Vinegar and gall he tastes,
An angel strengthens his Creator yon- While his suffring body wastes.
Adore and wonder. 5 Now behold him weeping, bleeding,

crying,
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T. 54

Midst two thieves, upon the cross ;
COME, congregation, come and see

Lo, he bows his sacred head; and dying,
Thy Saviour in Gethsemane ;

Life eternal gains for us.
Here is a 'scene which with amaze

Lord, afford us all thy Spirit's unction,
Must strike thee; here astonish'd gaze:

To consider this with heart's compunc-
Thy Maker prays.

Might our words and actions prove
T. 185. That we know thy dying love.
MY Redeemer, overwhelm'd with an-

6 Our enraptur'd hearts shall ne'er be

On our dying Lord to gaze; (weary Went to Olivet for me; [guish, At his cross, in faith, we wish to tarry, There he kneels, his heart doth heave

There shall be our hiding-place. and languish In a bitter agóny;

May his dying look remain engraven

[senses,
Fear and horror seize his soul and On our hearts: for pardon,life&heaven

Our Redeemer then procur'd,
For the hour of darkness now com-

When he death for us endur'd.
mences:
Ah, how doth he weep and groan,

* Therefore all his agony and passion, For rebellious man t'atone!

And his sin-atoning death,

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Shall remain, through grace, our faith's / 2 I'll go with thee, my Saviour, foundation,

Up to mount Calvary; While we draw our vital breath : And view with spirit's fervor Thus shall neither honor, wealth nor All thou hast done for me. pleasures,

Thus, with intense devotion, Rob our souls of everlasting treasures;

I follow thee each step, Jesus, both by day and night,

While tender love's emotion Shall remain our sole delight.

Makes heart and eyes to weep. 8. Could we tune our hearts and 3 I see my Saviour languish voices higher

In sad Gethsemane,
Than man's most exalted lays, Till through his peres, in anguish,
Yet, till join'd to the celestial choir,

The blood ev'n forc'd its way;
Coldwould proveourwarmest praise: The load which him oppresses,
Jesus' love exceeds all comprehension,

I, I, deserv'd to feel ; But our love to him we scarce dare The bloody sweat of Jesus mention;

Doth soul and body heal. We may weep beneath his

cross, 4 My Saviour, was betrayed, But he wept and bled for us.

Reproach and suffrings met; 90delightful theme past all expression: My sins the Lord conveyed

Fore Pilate's judgment seat;
Thy Redeemer dy'd for thee !"
Ah,this prompts mydeepest adoration, These, these did him.deliver

Into the foe's dire hand;
When I 'hear, “He dy'd for me."

I should have felt for ever Might my thoughts, my words and

The whole behaviour, [Saviour;

pangs my

God sustain'd. Prove that I believe in Christ my 5 Behold the man! he's bearing Yea, my love to Jesus show

Our curse, meek as a Lamb!. His to me, in all I do.

And now, behold them rearing

Him on the cross's stem ! 10 Lamb of God! thou shalt remain There to complete his passion,

His sorrows, pain and woe, Of our songs the only theme;

His blood for our salvation For thy boundless love, thy grace and

In copious streams doth Aow. favor, We will praise thy saving name:

6 Thou for thy foes intreatest;

Lord Jesus, who was I ? That for our transgressions thou wast wounded,

Thy friends thou not forgettest; Shall byus in nobler strains he sounded,

Turn, Lord, to me thine eye! When we, perfected in love,

Thy mouth now grace declareth Once shall join the church above.

To the repenting thief;

My guilty soul this cheereth, 80.* T. 151.

Of sinners I am chief. THOU Source of my salvation,

7 Thou anxiously complainest, Thou Conqu’ror of my death,

My God forsaketh me!” Who didst, as my oblation,

“ I thirst," thou then exclaimest, In torrents yield thy breath ;

Yet none refresheth thee. Who bar'st the dreadful sentence Thy passion being ended, Due to our cursed race,

Thou cry'st, "Tis finished! To screen my soul from vengeance ; My spirit be commended Accept my thanks and praise.

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8 My heart with love is glowing, Thus to the multitude displayed, I see my Saviour die;

His back with scourges raw & torn, His head I see him bowing,

A reed he beareth, is arrayed'. This brought me endless joy! In purple, and then haiļd in scorn. Hé gave his soul an off'ring

4 Breathless and almost suffocated, For sin, that I might live;

He bears thecross's pond'rousweight, He sav'd me by his suff'ring,

Already feels what him awaited, To him myself I give.

The dismal scenes of torment great. , 9 Thou God of my salvation, I see him now in sore affliction In whom I trust by faith,

Ascend the brow of Calvary ; Who hast for my transgression, 'Tis here I view his crucifixion, Lain in the dust of death;

Thereby it was he saved me. I place upon thy merit,

5 I see his hands and feet extended While here, my confidence; And will commend my spirit

Upon the cross in keenest smart; To thee, when I go

hence.

I see him as his life he ended,

I see the spear transfix his heart: 10 Lord, grant me thy salvation

Thus closed he his bitter passion, And peace divine, I pray,

Expiring on th' accursed tree, While here'midst tribulation

Then horror seiz'd the whole creation,, On earth below I stay;

But streams of grace came over me. Till I shall stand before thee, And for redeeming grace,

6 The thoughtof blood& water bursting With all the saints in glory,

From God, my rock, o'ercomes my My Hallelujah raise.

heart;

I for that living flood am thirsting, 81.* T. 594.

O may it stream through ev'ry part!

[tressed, Lord, for thy love, with adoration, WITH painful penance thoughts dis- I'll thank'and laud thee all my days;

In spirit I my Saviour view ; Long as I live, shall each pulsation, I see him mourning and oppressed,' And ev'ry breath declare thy praise.

While floods oftearshischeeksbedew: To change my sorrow into gladness,

7 This awful, blessed meditation His sweat was mix'd with blood;

Oft fills my soul with conscious.

shame, Fill'dwith unutterable sadness, and he, Trembled and agoniz'd for me.

Since Jesus dy'd for my salvation,

Who to his mercy had no claim : 2 O’erwhelm’d with grief and rack'd How poor I am, how void of glory, with torment,

Thou, Lord, know'st best; but yet He's pain'd in ev'ry weary limb; when I, They who should watch with him lie with all my ailments come before thee, dormant,

My suit is granted presently. An angel comes to comfort him: O how heart-piercingly he prayed, 8 Thou, Jesus,art my God and Saviour,

When he his Father did accost, Thee will I serve with all my pow's, To have the bitter cup delayed : On thee I'll meditate for ever,

Here is my soul in wonder lost! And for thy goodness thee adore : 3 I see his countenance defiled, Thy dying love hath captivated

.His forehead spit on I behold; My heart, and now my chief delight, I see him laugh'd at and reviled, Until to heav'n I am translated,

Sharp-pointed thorns his head infold: Is to enjoy thee day and night.

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5 When to the cross nailed [stooping,

He hung on the mountain, GREAT High-priest, we view thee That we might be healed;

Blood, as from a fountain, With our names upon thy breast,

Flow'd from his wounds.. There In the garden, groaning, drooping,

health abounds. To the ground with horrors prest. Angels saw, struck with amazement,

6 Our meek suffring Saviour Their Creator suffer thus;

Pray'd for his oppressors, We are fill'd with deep abasement,

And gained God's favor, Since we know 'twas done for us.

For us vile transgressors;

He thus displays his boundless grace. 2 On the cross thy body broken Cancelş ev'ry legal charge;

7 When he had prevailed, Pleading this authentic token,

And all was accomplish'd,
Guilty souls are set at large; By prophets revealed;
All is finish'd, truth hath said it, He cried : “ It is finish'd !" (dead.

Doubt no more, believe your Lord; Then bow'd his head and join'd the
To frail reason give no credit, 8 Accept for thy passion,

You have his unerring word. Most merciful Saviour, 3 Lord, we fain would trust thee solely, Our deep adoration :

'Twas for us thy blood was spilt ; Remain thou for ever Suft'ring Saviour, take us wholly, Our highest good,- Lamb of God!

Take and form us as thou wilt; Thou hast borne the dreadful sentence

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Pass'd on man's devoted race : BLOOD worthy of praises !
Grant us faith, and true repentance, Come streaming from Jesus
They're thy gifts, thou God of grace. O'er us, and all classes

Of sinners, and bless us;
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T. 243

We humbly flee,-and call on thee.
Go, follow the Saviour,

2 In Olivet's garden Consider his travail,

Before the Jews bound him, Adore him for ever,

Most heavily laden Ye sinners, and marvel;

I kneeling have found him, [ground. It is for you-he suffers so.

Blood-sweat around bedews the 2 With tears interceding

3 Thy blood-sweat, dear Saviour, Your load he sustaineth,

Rain on me like water; And sweating and bleeding

For all the world over Your pardon he gaineth ;

Nought can bless me better : All who believe-he'll freely save. O precious flood !- holy blood! 3 He's mock'd and defamed,

4 So sore was he smitten, 'Midst scourging and torture; So cruelly used, By sinners is blamed,

With scourges so beaten, And led to the slaughter;

All over so bruised: While thorns disgrace_his royal face, That in amaze on him I gaze. 4 Behold the Lord Jesus,

5 Thy blood-streams and bruises, For you he is wounded,

Thy agonies, Saviour ! He bleeds to release us;

Thy wounds' healing juices His love is unbounded !

Have say'd us for ever

[sighs, Forevermore-his name adore, From tears and cries from grief and

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& His cross see your Saviour Thy lips, depriv'd of color, Compelled to carry,

Spoke heav'nly truth to man; With patient behaviour,

Thy body, ah! how wasted,

Death's horror did reduce Submitting, till weary, And sore opprest-He sinks at last. Thy strength, and quite exhausted

Éach drop of vital juice. 7 Just ready for slaughter, The nail-holes they bored,

5. O Lord, what thee tormented, While exquisite torture

Was my sin's heavy load! He lamb-like endured ;

I had the debt augmented Dumb did he bear-the pain severe. Which thou didst pay in blood :

Here am I, blushing sinner, 8 The Lamb yonder nailed

On whom wrath ought to light; Gain'd for us salvation,

O thou my health's beginner!
Our pardon is sealed
By his bitter passion:

Let thy grace, cheer my sight.
A healing stream-flows down from him.

5 Own me, Lord, my Preserver, 9 0 dear bleeding Saviour !

My Shepherd, me receive; I long to embrace thee,

I know thy love's strong fervor While thousand drops cover,

By all thy pain and grief. Hang on thee and grace thee;

Thou richly hast supplied And catch the juice-thy wounds diffuse.

My soul with heav'nly food, 10 For all thy wounds painful,

For which I've often sighed, Which glad I remember,

Thy holy flesh and blood. I hourly am thankful,

6 I'll here with thee continue, And praise their whole number; Me, dearest Lamb!-thou sav'st by them. (Though poor, despise me not)

I'm one of thy retinue:

As were I on the spot,
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T. 151.

When', earning my election,

Thy heart-strings broke in death; O Head se full of bruises,

With shame and love's affection So full of pain and scorn,

I'll watch thy latest breath, 'Midst other sore abuses

Mock'd with a crown of thorn! 7 O what a consolation O head ere now surrounded

Doth in my heart take place, With brightest majesty,

When I thy toil and passion In death now bow'd and wounded!

Can in some measure trace; Saluted be by me.

Ah! should I, while thus musing 2 Thou countenance transcendent,

On
my
Redeemer's

cross, Thou life-creating Sun

Ev'n life itself be losing, To worlds on thee dependent;

Great gain would be that loss, Now bruis'd and spit upon! How art thou grown so sallow ! How are those gracious eyes,

O Jesus! Friend in need!
Whose radiance knew no fellow,

For what thy soul sustained
Clouded in cruel wise!
3 Thy cheeks, through heavy dolor,
Are marred, fall'n, and wan;

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8 I give thee thanks unfeigned,

When thou for me didst bleed :
Grant me to lean unshaken

Upon thy faithfulness,
Until from hence I'm taken

To see thee face to face.

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